E C K A N K A R, Religia Światła i Dźwięku Boga
The Cloak
By Phil MorimitsuI sat down at my desk to do a little reading, but I was restless. I wondered about the whole business of humility. I’d remembered hearing some talk of humility, of how, if you thought you had it, you probably didn’t. It seemed like it was some mystical thing that you had to be lucky enough to have been born with, like a pedigree. I put my book down and went for a walk.
While walking down one of the streets near my apartment, I started talking to myself. “I wonder how Masters like Rebazar Tarzs gained humility?”
Rebazar Tarzs was one of the Masters I’d always had an affinity for, as well as great respect. He was a no-nonsense person, strong without being arrogant. But was he humble? I realized that I really didn’t know what humility was. I’d always had the impression that humility meant that you groveled before everyone and put yourself on the ground for others to walk on. But here was a Master who, in the farthest stretches of my imagination, I couldn’t imagine doing these things. So I knew right then and there that it was my conception of humility that was off.
Then there was Sri Harold Klemp’s very firm but gentle demeanor. I always felt a sense of humility from him. What was it that these two Adepts had in common?
“I could get us both together, and you could compare us,” came a voice over my shoulder. It was Wah Z. *
“Well, I don’t mean to be so crass, Wah Z,” I answered as I kept walking, “but it might help if I could ask the two of you about it.”
At that instant, I had the strange feeling that there were three of us walking together. It was a solid, firm, and strong presence. It was Rebazar Tarzs. He didn’t even have to say anything; I was getting such a strong impression.
“So you want to learn about humility?” he said to me.
We reached a small corner park, and I sat on one of the benches. Wah Z joined me, and then Rebazar appeared in front of us both under one of the trees. He was in his usual knee-length maroon robe. At times, in schools or wisdom temples, I’d seen him in a pure white robe, with one thin gold stripe around each sleeve cuff, but now he was dressed for outdoors. He was a tall five feet eleven and a half inches and looked to be about thirty-three to thirty-five years old. He was built lean like a prizefighter—maybe a middleweight or light heavyweight. He had a broad face, taut, that was dark like he had a deep tan. He was wearing a beard, neatly trimmed and short, which was black like his hair. He had absolutely no body fat, as far as I could tell. There was a sharpness when he spoke. He attacked the words in an almost restless manner. Everything he said had a resolution to it—well-punctuated. He used his hands a lot, almost like karate chops. He’d use his whole hand like a blade carving the air as he spoke, moving quickly and sharply. His eyes flashed as if he could cut you with his gaze, but there was also an ease to this being. He was a strange combination of dynamism and ease at the same time. He looked like the kind of guy that no one in their right mind would want to mess with, but also one that you knew would never give you a bum steer.
“You can consciously acquire humility,” he said abruptly.
I said nothing. I just listened and waited for the next thing he was going to say. I glanced over to Wah Z who was sitting on the park bench next to me. He was smiling, and I felt he was trying to hold back his mirth while watching me sit and listen with such strict attention to this powerful being.
“Think of the ways you love your Master.” His eyes bore into mine, as I thought of Wah Z. “You cannot love without first opening your heart.”
I nodded silently.
“Now when you wear the cloak of humility, you open your heart. Think of all the Masters you’ve met and read about. When you met them, did they not all open their hearts to you?”
I thought about it, and yes, he was right. That was the one outstanding characteristic of all the ECK Masters I’d met. They put others first, opening their hearts to them.
Rebazar continued, “We find that humility is the ability to see the divineness in each person, before it manifests outwardly, no matter who they are. For is not each being and creature a spark of the Divine Sugmad? And as we learn from each man, we share the open heart, and love. Thus love and humility go together.”
He looked at me, then to Wah Z. The two Masters gazed at each other for a second, then both grinned. Rebazar turned his gaze to me. His eyes bore into me like cold ice that burned at the same time. His expressionless face slowly turned into a grin, and then I found myself grinning too. Then he burst out laughing, his head thrown back, his hands on his hips. All three of us were now laughing out loud. When the laughter gradually stopped, he was gone; but I could still hear the faint chuckling of his sharp voice fading away. I turned to Wah Z and without saying a word, we both got up and started back to my apartment.
* Wah Z is the spiritual name of Sri Harold Klemp.
Fragment z In the Company of ECK Masters [W towarzystwie ECK Mistrzów], copyright © 1987 Phil Morimitsu. Wydane przez ECKANKAR. Wszystkie prawa zastrzeżone.
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